As before, Zelic sifts through the possessions of the dead, searching for anything psionic in nature.
Just outside Celwynvian
Lener finishes off the elf and his alarm dies out. The question is, did the alarm reach the ears of other scouts? Grym sees there is some blood left, so there's that should he wish to satiate himself...
Again Zelic finds well crafted arms and armaments, to be expected of elven scouts but nothing psionic in nature.
Grym
Helt – 28 vs Elves & Aberrations & +30 Underground
Kisara
Lener
Saban
Zelic
All of the sharp sensed Vampires hear yet another set of elven scouts not far ahead, they attempt to slip off, at least you suspect as the sounds they make move away from your position. If they reach the city you're advantage will be lost!
Helt sees Grym preparing to leave so he runs to catch a ride.....
Kitara growls. That damned Elf had proved to be more mentally resilient than she'd thought. She would not allow this group to betray their existence; they would all die.
She concentrated, and her body shifted, flesh rippling as her shape altered into an impossibly large wolf. Growling, she loped forward, powerful limbs propelling her quickly forward.
Zelic abandons the equipment as he hears the sounds of the remaining Elven scouts off in the forest. As he looks to this left, he sees Kitara already taking to Wolf form. 'Very well', he thinks. 'I'll take the sky.'
Effortlessly, he shrugs off his body, taking instead the form of a giant, Dire Bat. With a gust of air from his giant wings, Zelic takes to the sky, giving chase.
Just outside Celwynvian
A large silver wolf rushes forward, hurtling towards the Elves with startling alacrity. Drops os saliva hit the ground as Kitara feels the Hunger gnawing deep within her. She can smell the blood pumping through Elven veins, and she wants it.
As she closes, she leaps, impossibly high for any wolf. As she does, she shifts, fur and muscle and sinew sloughing off like ashes scraped from a fireplace. Returning to her native form, she flies through her innate magic, drawing and striking at the nearest Elf. Driven by bloodlust, she attempts to cut an artery, aiming for as much bloodshed as possible.
As her blade cuts a bloody swath in the Elf before her, Kitara licks her lips hungrily before affixing the next nearest Elf with a manic stare.
”You’re next.”
Zelic flaps his wings with strength and purpose, gaining some height and flying straight through some of the smaller trees, counting on his speed to make up for the noise he made as they hoped to overtake and surprise the other elves.
As he zoomed past the treed scouts, he noticed with an evil joy the surprised look on their faces, and watched in beautiful, slow-motion as Kitara landed near one and eviscerated it. With Grym just behind her following suit, the sticky sweet scent of blood took to the air. Zelic looped around and doubled back at the unharmed elf, locked eyes, and thrust his will at it.
Saban curses under his breath at the elves in the canopy. He rushes forward to their destination as smatterings of elven blood fall on his armor.
Hopping off Grym pulling out the club Helt will strike the nearest elf.
Perception
Beastclub
Damage
Beastclub
Damage
Just outside Celwynvian
These elven scouts are no doubt brave and skilled in combat. Perhaps their thick web of nests would indeed prevent a group of drow from breaching these ruins. But you are not mere group of drow.
As the elves touch earth, it is the last thing they touch as three are slain by club, razor and fang.
Lener holds as Zelic gives a command not to slay the last of the living elves.
Saban lags behind a bit as he is only mortal but he arrives quickly enough to find that a sentry is finally taken alive! The elf cowers in fear, as he likely should at the swiftness, efficiency and brutal deaths dealt all around him.
Keeping his large, leathery wings, Lener rests on a branch watching as the others annihilate the garrison, judging there to be no need for him to act.
"I have a crazy idea. How about those of us who can fly undetected scout ahead, and we see if there's a easier way? As much as I don't like elves, slaughtering patrol after patrol is getting old really fast."
Zelic tosses a glance to Grym and Didymus and half-nods. "We shall."
Turning to his thrall, he addresses the captive elf:
"Who has been alerted to us? Where are any other sentries, and what other defenses protect this place? Tell me, now."
Just outside Celwynvian
The elf struggles to resist but his resistance is futile, he had his chance to die and now he will just wish he had, betraying his people to of all things drow! Little does he know you are all so much more and so much worse...
"I do not think anyone else has been alerted to your presence. If you are here you have arrived at the final sentry outpost in the east. The ruins are not much farther. However, a powerful alarm spell rings the ruins specifically designed to warn of drow crossing over. Proceed and you will be discovered even if all we sentries fall..." He states with as much steel in his gaze as he can muster.
"How can we circumvent this alarm? Tell us, fool, and we will grant you a swift death."
Saban continues slowly, and loudly, jogging toward his much faster companions.
"Answer all of our questions, now and always, thrall."
Just outside Celwynvian
Helt walks over towards the captive elf watching and listening to what the others are saying. Helt glares at the elf.
Saban finally catches up with his companions and raises his own question, still breathing heavily. He addresses his party as much as their captive. "We should be able to dispel this alarm magic, no?"
Zelic looks to Grym instead of Didymus:
"If anyone can, it's Grym's halfling, though if they've layered too many spells we still might get caught..."